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Saturday, May 17, 2008

In the forests which heave,With every breeze that rushes through them,Near the chuckle of that mountain stream,Where your laughter rolls down the mountain top.I’ve kept a tiny flower, under a bed of rocks

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Monday, January 29, 2007

Everytime he thought of an end,The madness returned to engulf him,But end he must; and often he thought ---- let the echoes of whisper kisses remain,The frost on the leaves always be moist,Let the dawn shower her with a rainbow,and a smile put her to bed each night,Let her dreams be a journey to heaven,and when she awakes; let him be gone

Friday, January 26, 2007

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

He missed the summer for the smell of a sorched leaf,He missed the winter for the smell of ash from a burning twig,He missed the rains for the smell of earth;and the moisteness of her lips,He hated the spring for the cheer it brought;and the hope it killed

That was when he should have known ---- the morning mist had turned ashen-- the wet grass was littered with thorns-- the afternoon gust no longer had the sweet smell of dust-- when the night rain was no longer singing their songThat is when he should have known ---- that love lay buried by the wayside

When do you know it's over,When the eyes fail to shy,When the smile fails to hide,When the words sound hollow,When the touch is no longer feltHe saw it coming -- -- long before the new juggler came to town

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Monday, August 21, 2006

Walking alone on the meandering hill tracks,That melted in the mist of moutain tops,He threw the tattered remains of his past,Into the frolicking rivers that went by,When he reached the top, he saw --another beautiful valley ---- with many more frolicking rivers,and a meandering hill track, slipping into the mist

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Monday, July 24, 2006

On an icey winter night, Cutting through a fog of grief, They bid their first goodbye -- -- with a soft kiss and a gentle hugThe fog would return for many more nights, Until the day she slipped into it, Just as they'd reached the edge of dawn

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Friday, July 21, 2006

A fine madness it was, Surrendering to the whims of time, Drifting in the lofty waves of passion, And floating in the mist of love, Only to find one day, he wandered alone ---- in the fine madness that it was

When memories lose their sheen, When chronicles turn into folklore, When words fail to tell the story, When love's first blush begins to fade, And when faces turn into a blur, It's time to dust the weathered leaf, And pen a new ode to love

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Sometimes they tore through the silence, Speaking with their eyes, Telling each other ---- this is not the way it was to be, Precious were those moments -- -- like the roar of rain in an early morning dream, Just before daybreak

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Then one day, silence consumed her, And fire engulfed him. He badgered her soul, She took it.He badgered her laughter, She took it. He badgered her tears, She took it. But when he badgered her self-esteem, She shot back; with venom in her eyes, and a prayer on her lips

Friday, July 14, 2006

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Have you ever revisited the future?It was written on the walls that took their weight,On the grass that chuckled for their walk,On the clouds that drizzled with joy, In the footprints of a time that stood still ---- to watch them blossom and fade,Go. See. Everything is where they left it,In the footprints of a time bygone

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Heads bowed, feet dragging over strewn leaves,They walked with fingers locked, Played ball with little pebbles on the way,Letting each other win with half-smiles,Tender sun flickered through the trees,Guiding them to the end of the road

Wailing winds whistle through the maple forests,Echoes fade -- of voices, chuckles in reckless abandon,Head spun in a whirlwind of memories,He reached out in the air,Drew a face with his fingers,Touched the contours of emptiness,And the echoes vanished into the dark maple forestsThe magic had waned

Sunday, July 09, 2006

A ruthless lover they say he was,He knew not the rules of the game,A glasshouse he built for her,Where the lark was kept caged,Hidden from the breaths that could caress her face,And the lights that could fade her love,But the bird was full-fledged,She shattered through the glass one day,He knew not the rules of the game

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Sitting in the lap of cane fields,Facing a seamless horizon -- -- splashed with the melting colours of dusk,A touch so trepid, so unsure,An embrace so everlasting.But dusk it was; there was darkness in the hue

Monday, July 03, 2006

Blinding rain at an empty bus-stop,Shimmering sheets of water slammed the face,Darkness punctured by a passing car,Pensive they sat, drenched in the day just gone by,There was no tomorrow; the skies knew this

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Singed by the fire,of words as cold as venom,He stood in the middle of rush-hour traffic,Listening to the silence of the city,How did he get there?The cacophony slowly fades in,He sees a road ahead; He knows the road; He'd built it with bare hands,Walk, for there's no looking back